What happened to the dog? (Now I am curious... Not judgmental ... Just curious).

ON topic, as someone who is ... ADHD & as a result ... Different & largely unable to make friends in mainstream society, I struggle with feelings of self loathing & thoughts of just "ending" it cross my mind daily.

It's not an "I hate my body or appearance" thing, from a physical standpoint I like myself, it's just the social side of me that I have a huge problem with & I know that I can't "help" it, it's just who I am; I know I will always say the wrong thing, blurt things out that I shouldn't, say what's on my mind without thinking it thru first, be impulsive & crap. No amount of therapy or meds will ever changed that.

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I think in medical cases it should be "allowed" Our medical system is screwy enough as it is. Shameful that we allow people to suffer for months or years. I had a relative die from cancer. He suffered for much longer than he should have, even with generous pain medication.

In other cases, well I am not living their lives. Who am I to say whether their lives would ever improve to a point that would be meaningful to them? I do not necessarily agree that every person who contemplates suicide is mentally unbalanced.

Or at least give them medical weed or something :/.

I also have a relative with cancer, my grandmother. She is 96 & has ovarian cancer, & they are still doing chemo on her & I am like WTF??? I know it's just a management thing with her but I feel at some point they should just "keep her comfortable" for as long as they can, it's the drugs that make her so sick not the disease itself.

I wish they had some kind of "euthanasia " option for people.

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I have attempted suicide and am VERY glad that I was unsuccessful. I personally believe that every life has value, and to tell people that killing themselves is fine and dandy sends the message that their life is valueless. Mental illness DOES cloud judgment-that's a big part of what makes it so difficult to deal with.

Last year my 19 year old cousin hung himself with an extension cord in the basement of my dads house. Most of the family was out of town at a relatives and my cousins girlfriend hadn't heard form him for a while, so called his mother. My cousins mother searched the house and discovered his body. No note, nothing. His death has had a ripple effect on the family. My dads brother, who was close to my cousin, was a diabetic who stopped caring about his diet and health after the suicide. He died very suddenly 5 months later of complications from diabetes. One of my dads sisters who was very close to my cousin has been very depressed since this happened. My cousin's girlfriend and friends were devastated-there was standing room only at his funeral. His younger sister, who is in therapeutic foster care and has several developmental disabilities is probably suffering the worst effects. Her brother was the last bit of family she was close to and she talked to and visited with him frequently. He was cremated and it was especially difficult for her to find closure without seeing his body.

As for me, Brandon's death effected the way I look at a lot of things. I had a crisis of faith, and became obsessively terrified of my cousin burning in hell after all he'd been through in life. There were several mornings DH found me in near hysterics after being up all night searching the web for articles pertaining to suicide, hell, faith, and death. I find myself wondering if there was something different I could have done or said along the way to have kept him from doing this. I wonder often if in his last moments Brandon changed his mind but it was too late.

I pray to God Brandon has found the peace in death that eluded him in life, but what he left in his wake was despair, sadness, doubt and turmoil.

Those. If depression and anxiety clouds judgement, so does happiness and everything else. And I really don't care what someone does with their life. It is THEIR life. When you live their life, sure, you get to make the big shot decisions about who gets to stay and who gets to go. But each life belongs to the individual person, solely.

Absolutely agree.

As someone whom has lost a very dear person in their life to suicide, it has taken me time to put aside the aching and the "I just want her back" (I still do though) to look at everything as objectively as I could, her life, her decision, her sufferings...as much as I loved her and wanted to help, I could only do so much. I couldn't change the way she was, the way she thought about things or viewed her situation. I don't agree with her decision but I've come to respect it.

It's very hard to explain but I think often most people considering suicide don't want to die per se, but rather are seeking relief from whatever circumstances they find so unbearable. The idea of dying doesn't appeal to me, but the one of rest, peace, quiet, and relief does very much, it's the hurdle of death that I need to jump over to get there though (seemingly) to get to it.

And yes as AC pointed out - those that truly want to die, will not allow the law or anything else to get in their way. Alot of people just want to be saved, feel loved, have someone worry about them, get attention...

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Actually, I don't agree. People who suicide often have people who love them, worry about them, give them attention... but it's just not enough. And others don't even reach out before doing it, and their loved ones have no idea that something was going on.

Personally, I understand how someone can feel bad enough to do it. I just feel it's a shame, because it's possible to get out of depression, and they could have been happy if they hadn't given up... but it's something depressed people are just not aware of. I don't know anyone who's committed suicide. I know people who were very depressed though, and I felt totally helpless trying to help them.